I imagine myself
as an architect
crafting buildings
out of broken
bits of rocks
pencil lines
on paper
shaping into
something
beautiful
it must have
been beautiful
in the beginning
when our mind
had no pictures
to compare
to the ones
our eyes could
take
I imagine the
start of the
universe
dark matter
and energy
and how it
would feel
to absorb
any light
that hits
to hide where
even Galleo’s
gaze can't
reach
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
I imagine myself
as an architect
crafting buildings
out of broken
bits of rocks
pencil lines
on paper
shaping into
something
beautiful
it must have
been beautiful
in the beginning
when our mind
had no pictures
to compare
to the ones
our eyes could
take
I imagine the
start of the
universe
dark matter
and energy
and how it
would feel
to absorb
any light
that hits
to hide where
even Galleo’s
gaze can't
reach
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